Driven to Thirst
He elaborated on her poetic kernel, turning it into something more, using his words to spin the imagery, to further paint the moment, to drive their passion higher, saying, "you're a song for the weary.
Just Watch (Dog TF)
He had considered getting the spring replaced after his time on four-paws, but with the snow melting outside and a new light in his life - he knew winter would be over soon and that seemed kind of poetic.
Flight of the Gerthtrude
That is… if jack survived too, it would be poetic to die here amongst the corpses of his people. either way, mo'ona accepted that his story ended here, in the cold and the empty and the dark.
Why Us [Part 1]
Ironic in a way yet, poetic.
Indigo Nights- Chapter 5: The Enigma
"i'm sorry, i guess i can be pretty poetic. what i mean is, what brings someone like you to a city like this?"
Warm Up - 13 | Experience
Names mentioned were from the ‘defending champions’, and how their fights were poetic, artistic, and was a show for the divines. that assumption meant that his warmth had gone off.
Reforged pt 16
It was a poetic statement of sorts but the blacksmith would have expected nothing less from the son of a statesman. orvig was far more equipped to handle diplomacy on a scale required for talking to nobility or, in the case of the orcs, chieftains.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 51
How poetic. wardo looked up and saw him staring down at his final moments. he tried to say something, but the only sound that came out was a wet gargle. would it succeed, or would it fall? would it live, or would it die?
Battle Master, Prologue
I do not believe that i have recently stated my admiration for your poetic nature, my dear lord hector, but i see, even in kingdom-wide anarchy it still serves you well.
One Last Opal, pt 1
Technician might operate a tech transport, or an engineer might operate a threshing machine, so to could some rare individuals utilize the creation crafted by the ancients like a specialized operator control any other piece of technology-- it was only poetic
Desmond and Telereus, Chapter 1.
That i allow my own mistake to finally claim me... it's almost poetic. it's dark outside now, and i hear their calls... whispering to me in the dark. ================================================================ i am dani no longer.
Bad dog!
Between themselves, they wax poetic about the sound and smell of a morning -- but aside from describing it differently, they cannot distinguish one morning from another.